Oceanus ran his hand along the weapon and stepped in, his eyes full of gratification at the sight of Mina’s defeat. The doors closed with a soft click, sealing them in the tiny room.
Mina closed her eyes and dwelt on the painful throb in her rear. She was mulling over the feeling, savouring it. She showed disobedience and had been chastised for it. It felt good to be commanded, to be subdued by the will of others, and with the soft pound in her rear she tensed against the jacket, to feel its loving embrace, reminding her more distinctly that she was utterly bound. She wished she could access herself, or have the belt dance once more, for the moment of her submission had left her craving the pleasure she had been so methodically robbed of.
Mina swiftly squashed the notions. She had a duty to perform; she could not let herself be seduced by the licentious charm of this place. But to stay here was tempting, to let herself be lost in her slavery, become just an ordinary Nymph amongst the multitudes, to be a mere plaything of those who would be her gods.
‘Level seven,’ stated Oceanus, reaching down and running a hand along the flushed line he had painted upon her.
With a soft click of acceptance the elevator answered his command. It was the only means to tell that anything had happened because it moved so smoothly that Mina could not tell whether they were going up or down. A covert glance from her lowered humbled head saw numbers rising at an equal rate.
‘Eyes down, slave, or it’ll be another lick of the cane for you,’ warned Tethys, a smile on her lips as she stated her demands.
A prickling tickle ran Mina’s spine at the command and she complied with a sigh of concupiscence.
Drifting up through the levels, she stared at the carved feet of her owners, dwelling on how pleasing it would be to lap at the heels of the woman, to indulge her new craving for being ruthlessly ruled.
The elevator slowed and the doors once more opened.
‘Triton, Poseidon, heading out into the garden?’ asked Tethys as she acknowledged the Titans waiting without.
‘I am,’ stated a deep voice. ‘All this dry land makes me feel queasy.’
Her escort moved out, tugging at the whip and bringing her back to her feet and out of the interior. Stationed before the elevator were two men of middle age, both in flowing green and blue robes of satin, the material shimmering with their movements. One of them wore a pendant shaped as a trident, a sign that repeated via emeralds on his ring, so Mina guessed that this was probably the noble who had taken the identity of Poseidon.
Poseidon was a robust man, with a preened brown beard and long hair tied back into a short ponytail. The ease of his manner and the softness to his person was marked with a subliminal edge, a stern and uncompromising power beneath the jolly nature. Only men of exceptional and exclusive authority bore such traits, and she wondered just who Poseidon was in the real world.
Triton was about the same age, though slightly more trim of build and sported a drooping moustache that reached down to each side of his chin. His hazel hair was receding a little at the front, and rather than conceal it, he had cut it almost to the scalp, the militaristic cut adding to a firm demeanour. His ring was a sea of sapphires with a much smaller trident set to one side.
‘Is this your new acquisition?’ asked Poseidon, looking Mina up and down as she stood by Tethys, his eyes wide.
‘We’re off to begin her training,’ she replied. ‘So Poseidon, where are you going if not out to play in the garden with Triton?’
‘I’m going down to see Hephaestus.’
‘Your Pegasus project?’ wondered Oceanus.
‘He’s been drawing up new blueprints and we’re working on another prototype costume,’ he added, looking to the youth and away from Mina. Triton, however, kept his eyes to her, trying to peer through her confines, to see what lay beneath. It felt strangely gratifying for Mina to be assessed so, for these Titans were a refined breed, bored of mundane carnality. The man staring at her was pondering what he could do with her, what new pleasures he could draw from her, and this thought made Mina far less intolerant of a stare she would otherwise find offensive.
‘You think it can be done?’
‘It will be, we just need to keep trying.’
‘The other Titans are dubious.’
‘As I recall they were the same when I started my Centaur project. Yet now they all want to make use of them.’
‘So who’s watching your ranch then, if you’re here?’ interjected Tethys.
‘Amphitrite is staying behind to handle a new set of pony recruits,’ he replied.
‘How is she? Does married life agree with her?’
‘More than that of a Nereid, and she is well.’
‘Your stables must be set to explode with all these new steeds you keep collecting,’ chuckled Oceanus.
‘I’m thinking of holding a show, so I’ll need plenty of trained specimens to keep everyone amused and satisfied.’
‘Will you invite other sects of Cabal?’
‘Maybe, it depends on the logistics involved, and whether or not I get this project finished. I want to unveil her at the event.’
‘That would be a real showstopper,’ said Tethys. ‘I hope we get an invite.’
‘But of course,’ he replied, returning his gaze to Mina and rubbing his beard. ‘Maybe I could put a bid on that fine Nymph there, see if she minds being a filly under my care.’
‘Come now, Poseidon, we’ve only just got her, let us have some fun before we sell her off.’
‘A pity, she seems spirited and strong. I could have seen her as my Pegasus.’
‘Now that is tempting... we’ll give the matter some thought,’ smiled the woman, and drew Mina closer with a short pull to the whip.
Mina looked sheepishly away, wondering what was going on. Were they really thinking of handing her over, trading her off and leaving her condemned to this experimental fate? To be harnessed on tack and bridle, saddled and used as beast, it was a frightening prospect. It seemed that the noble was intent on adopting his identity in full, keeping with Poseidon’s facet as a god of sea and horses, as well as his other aspects. To create a Pegasus would be another part of his identity fulfilled. But how could someone make a pony uniform capable of flight? The concept was intriguing and almost inspired her desire for it. A sudden thought of being able to soar and run, to be the object of such attention, to be the first of her kind and admired by all. Her life was solitary and secret, she was never seen through necessity, she was never noticed. What would it be like to be so admired?
‘Well, I shall see you both tonight at dinner?’ asked Poseidon, eager to attend his new idea, motivated by the sight of Mina to see a nubile female bound into the configuration of the fabulous beast.
‘Likely, it depends on how distracting this new Nymph is,’ smiled Oceanus.
The group bade each other farewell, and then parted, the others heading into the lift to continue before going their separate ways.
Mina was led down the curling corridors as the two Titans continued to converse.
‘What do you think of Triton?’ asked Tethys.
‘He’s a little quiet,’ replied Oceanus. ‘Probably still getting into the swing of things.’
‘Any idea where Poseidon met him?’
‘I think he runs a corporation that Poseidon owns. I’m betting they met at some dinner or function and got talking.’
‘I wonder how little Amphitrite is doing,’ mused Tethys. ‘Such a change in lifestyle must be hard to get used to, after all, she was a Nereid for how many years?’
‘Five, I think. I’m surprised Poseidon managed to keep finding her. Those ray costumes don’t leave much in the way of identification.’
‘I don’t know, Amphitrite had a figure that even those black shells of rubber couldn’t hide,’ offered Tethys.
‘True. Damn, I’ll miss being able to make use of her in the garden,’ Oceanus cursed, a scent of longing and loss in his voice.
‘She was as skilled as she was gorgeous,’ certified his wife.
‘And as stroppy as this little Nymph when she first arrived,’ chuckled Oceanus, poking his cane to Mina’s rear as it wiggled invitingly before him with her tempered strides.
‘Now she’s married to Poseidon and has gone from Nymph to Titan.’
‘She’s the only one isn’t she?’
‘What do you mean?’ asked Tethys.
‘She’s the only one to change castes.’
‘As far as I know, though word has it Eurydice might be up for it.’
‘Intriguing, but isn’t she Orpheus’ consort?’ quizzed Oceanus.
‘Supposedly, but Hades kidnapped her for himself, and it’s rumoured he’s making her submit to all sorts of wicked things.’
‘Really? What do you think Orpheus will do?’
‘He’s tried to steal her back, but Hades has a little labyrinth down there, and all Orpheus found was how lost he was.’
‘Which one’s Eurydice?’ questioned Oceanus.
‘The one with the gold hair and the up-ended smirk,’ Tethys stated.
‘Ah, so she’s taking the opposite route, falling from Titan to Nymph, then?’ asked Oceanus.
‘It looks that way. You know how diabolic Hades can be. I just wonder what she’ll end up as? A pet? Maybe a second Cerberus?’
‘Perhaps she’ll be part of that Typhon project he’s been planning ever since Poseidon started bragging about Pegasus.’
‘A hundred slaves bound together?’ wondered Tethys.
‘A hundred heads if he wants to be accurate, and that doesn’t include a body. Maybe we should go down and see what he’s up to at some point. Ah, here we are,’ confirmed Oceanus, causing his wife to stop and check the door she had been passing, having failed to spot it.
The new set of doors was labelled as a training room and a six-digit number followed to catalogue it.
‘Identification - Tethys,’ stated the woman while absently touching her ring. ‘Access required.’
After a short pause the locks set themselves free and the thick door slid back into the wall, the metal curtain parting to unveil the stage upon which Mina would be trained.
Chapter 10
The walls of the white room were armed with numerous cupboards and cabinets of various sizes, all sealed and hiding what lay within from casual observance. Rings of steel were set upon the floor and ceiling, ready to capture the slave being brought into this room. Other engines also awaited use, a dark wood sawhorse, a rack, a cross, all solid of construction and armed with shackles and moorings for restraints.
A pair of vast oval windows dominated the far wall, the dull light of the room allowing a spectacular view of the ocean and the Nymphs and fish flowing past it. The waters were dark beyond, the room located above the anchored lights that replaced the sun in the garden.
The sea denizens that swam past were bathed in the light of the structure itself, their scales and uniforms flashing with colour as they looked in on dry land, studying the sights presented through the windows.
Oceanus followed them in and walked towards a window where a sawhorse and pillory had been combined. Running a hand along the padded upper surface of the horse, it led his fingers to the stocks, the engine designed to have a slave lay upon it, their legs splayed by the legs of the sawhorse, while their hands and head were locked into the pillory.
‘Lock,’ stated Tethys to the door as she again played her ring.
The portal hissed shut and restored its barricades, making Mina suspect that the rings were not mere jewellery but keys of some remote variety.
‘Now little Nymph, let’s see you squirm,’ she stated, drawing Mina to the horse until her belly met the leading edge.
Working together they each took a leg, unfastening the fetters and set her free. She was tempted to lash out, to instigate retaliation, but while her body was still locked in the straitjacket she would be able to do nothing save injure and irk her captors.
It was her tactical mind explaining something she wanted to deny. Mina was telling such reassurances to herself to hide the fact that she wanted to be bound and used by this couple, to be trained to obey them, to be theirs.
Grabbing a shoulder and inner thigh, they lifted her up and onto the cool leather surface, spreading her upon the end so that her legs draped down along the inverted V of the sawhorse legs. Her bodyweight settled onto the chastity belt, pushing the toys deeper and making her groan against her gag, the acute penetration testing her limits. She wriggled a little and pulled with her legs, giving a little defiance as the couple held them tight, feeding her ankles into new bonds, and then applying new straps to the middle of her thighs, tightening them with a wrench that squeezed her flesh.
Upright and bound by this lewd split, Mina slithered within the sweat-saturated folds of the jacket, reprising her submissive stature. It was like being in a dream, a strange sense of detachment that inhibited any rational response. She was being restrained by a dominant couple in an underwater empire of sadomasochism and slavery. She was gagged and bound in rubber, twisted and enslaved, and here she was, letting herself be swallowed up by her role instead of fighting it. It was beyond a dream in its fantastic proportions.
Tethys walked around behind the pillory and lifted the slat, holding it there as Oceanus stepped beside Mina and sought to drag her down. Mina fought back, resisting with all her strength, her back trying to hold off the man’s intentions.
‘Naughty little Nymph,’ he muttered jovially, and applied more brawn higher up, overcoming her and laying Mina flat, her neck falling into the groove. Tethys lowered the wooden pane, her throat now being captured with a wooden hoop that was padded with soft foam rubber. The beam of the sawhorse ran down her front, bisecting her bound breasts, the leather and rubber squeaking as she writhed against the restraint.
‘Such a sweet thing,’ purred Tethys, stroking Mina’s cheek with fondness as she flicked her gaze wildly about, the input of new sensations and the uncertainty of what was going to be done to her making her anxious. Tethys could read her fear and tried to soothe it.
‘Don’t worry, little Nymph, it’ll all be okay,’ she asserted, and then moved round to join her husband. ‘It will take some time, but we’ll have you relishing this and begging for more.’
‘Such a pert little bottom, she must really work out to keep such a figure,’ pondered Oceanus, and Mina’s eyes bulged as she felt the man cupping and kneading her flesh, appraising the muscle tone and silken smoothness of her rear. ‘Here, feel for yourself, her muscles are like iron under this satin skin,’ he offered.
The digits of the woman joined him, the light touch suddenly becoming more intensive in its examination, as though she had not believed her spouse and was startled by how true his statement was. ‘Amazing, she looks so innocent and frail,’ she stated, her hands lowering, feeling her legs, tracing her nails over the tender flesh of Mina’s inner thighs. Within her chastity belt, Mina’s sex was growing moist with hunger.
‘There’s definitely more to this Nymph than meets the eye,’ he added.
‘A bargain,’ agreed the woman. ‘Hyperion will be furious when he finds out what he let slip through his fingers. She’ll be a treasure once she’s trained.’
‘Let’s see if she’s as resilient as she is glorious,’ mused Oceanus, and in the reflection on the window Mina saw them entering the cupboards.
In the waters without Mina could see some of the Nymphs gathering, hovering before her, floating in the cold darkness, their second skins flashing with light as they studied her initiation, enjoying the experience vicariously.
Mina was shivering with expectation. She was t
hrilled by the fact that they were so impressed by her, that they were appreciating all she had so diligently fought to create.
All throughout her training and exercise, none had ever seen the results so casually displayed, none had ever owned her or controlled her. The affairs she had were ones she cultivated and controlled, but here she was the one being led.
The nodule at her sex started to vibrate, tickling and making her gasp with delight as it grew to a fever pitch of oscillating influence. Mina let herself sink into libidinous excess, writhing and shuddering, careless of the image she presented. She was going to escape this place, she had to, that much was certain. She could not overcome her sense of obligation, but until she decided to, she would let herself fully enjoy her slavery. There was no threat to her masters from this empire, there was no rush to flee it, she would stay here awhile, treat herself to a well earned vacation.
‘Look at this, Oceanus,’ chuckled Tethys.
‘She performs a fine dance indeed. Quite a tempting treat.’
The toy ceased its toil and left Mina slack upon the construction, panting through her nose, trying to press her loins against the beam, to shift the dildos and acquire the last few twitches of motion that would satisfy her.
Tethys appeared beside her and started to massage Mina’s latex sheathed breasts, the tight uniform keeping them under firm control. Her nipples began to fight the thick garment, the substance dwindling but not stopping the feeling from slithering through. The latex was slick against her, her sweat making it slide and tease her all the more.
With a wicked smile the woman produced a clover clamp, the chain links dropping from the ends connecting to individual weights.
Capturing Mina’s nipple beneath the jacket, she pushed in and ensured the teat was caught within the jaws. The ferocious bite of the implement reached through and compressed the tender bud, making Mina close her eyes and vent murmurs of dismay into her gag. The squeezing gnaw of the toy increased as the weight was left to tangle, the cramping influence making Mina writhe, trying to steer the dildos within her, to make them serve instead of plague.
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